I don't hide what I do, mainly cuz I am talking with friends and family. In NV I am an employee, not IC. I suggest friends having money problems give shopping a try. We live in a "gated" community, and sometimes give the pizzas to the guards at our gate. My husband just groans when I have shops to do, and I have to ask him if he will go with me to dinner or movie shops before I accept them. Yesterday we had a date nite...sundae and chocolate at a candy store. He liked eating the sundae and wanted to go straight home. He is just an old fart!
My encounters with police are actually funny! When I was a travel agent and was escorting a group of Explorer Scouts to the airport for a trip to Hawaii, the contact said, "Uh oh, open your purse." He slipped his HEAVY service revolver in it. In plain clothes, he could not enter the airport with it (the 80s). He had me carry it until we were back in the car or bus. I would not touch it and made him take it out. I did feel special that he trusted me with his gun, tho.
Then as a bank teller...my first day at the branch. The trainer did not explain the button for the camera that I thought was a silent alarm, so when we were counting the money at the close of day, and I had trouble moving some of the bills, I questioned her. Turns out I set off the silent alarm...they opened all of the drapes before the squad car arrived so they could see no bank robbers. She apologized to me. Gets worse...the next day I notice a man at one line and all of the tellers pointing down to us, and the trainer pointing to me. The customer was one of the cops that responded the day before and he wanted to know who set off the alarm.
The trainer, wanting to be helpful, suggested I get nail polish and wear it when I came in on the following Monday as it looks pretty when handling money. I went to the Thrifty Drug Store near the house late Sunday evening, when I remembered. I was one of the last people to leave the store, and as I neared the exit, 3 squad cars blocked me (in front and on each side). I immediately raised my hands and lowered my driver's window. They took a minute to look at me, and 2 peeled off to the store and the third stopped long enough to tell me there was a robbery just after I walked out, and then he raced to the store. The cop from the last week came to my line on Monday, and I repeated the story. Chuckling, he said he wanted to follow me around for a day.
I admit my encounters with the police have been friendly, and I respect and appreciate them. As with soldiers I see, I thank them for their service to me and the nation.
BB, I'd love to spend time in at amazing mind of yours! S2